Memories are made like this, leaving Albini and Pitigliani’s warehouse in Prato stuffed with roll’s of cloth at 10 pm with a fistful of T2’s then onward bound for home coming up Cenis and just slowing at the border in the early hour’s and signal T2 with your fingers to the guard on duty and chucking a couple of packets of ■■■■ out the window and him being mindful not to slip up on diesel that had escaped from the bulging top tank which one had just filled to the brim on the cheap Italian fuel then on up to the top and get your head down, lovely cool air with no mozzies short break as we did in those days steak and egg’s for breakfast then gel on for the night boat, most will remember those day’s, sadly gone in one way but it’s not like that anymore today how did we do it ? Buzzer.
